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[very_bad_advice]

Flauros is probably either just stupidly bored, bored, or just plain stupid. Right now he's behind one of the fancier restaurants going through the dumpster, looking for food. Is now a good time to mention that he's in his leopard form now? Yes? Okay, he is. Anyone who might come across this will see a large black cat shifting through the

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[starryeyed_cass]

Okay Flauros, Cassie is just going to stare at you in your kitty form. She was busy walking down the street, not really paying much attention to what’s going on around her. She doesn’t even notice the various people darting out of the way of the large black cat that’s coincidently walking in step with her.

It takes a while till she notices people looking nervously at her. Cassie’s worried at the people that are staring at her; she grows paranoid - they know it’s her that caused the blackout.

“Breathe, Cassie,” she whispers very, very quietly to herself, trying to remember Mio’s breathing exercises. “Just breathe,”

It’s only until she feels a flick of a tail brush against her thigh when she actually realises. She stops and just stares. "Whoa! Bloody hell," She gapes, eyes wide in slight shock. How long has the big kitty been walking beside her? “Where did you come from?” she asks, voice wavering.

[very_bad_advice]

Yeah, Flauros wasn't exactly paying attention to who he was walking beside. All he knows is that he's definitely getting looks from various onlookers, and of course inside he's smiling like an idiot. God he loves unnerving people.

Then he decides to listen to the person next to him, and really watch the reactions of those around them. People are darting out of their way, but for a moment it seems like this woman believes they're darting out of the way, because of her.

So he flicks his tail on her thigh, and continues on. When Cassie looks at him, and says her bit, Flauros just rubs up against her leg as if to say, "Pet me, I won't attack."

Luckily for Cassie he really won't.

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie definitely wouldn't be enjoying the attention of making people scared and she didn't particularly like it right now. She just stares down at him with still a fair amount of fear in her eyes and flinches as he rubs against her leg. 'Oh god, oh god.. there's a giant cat rubbing against my leg. It's going to eat me.'

But as she swallows hard, she realises the cat would have probably attacked her by now. And the gesture was rather friendly. She wonders if the cat might be a person who the rift changed.

Cassie manages to smile and reaches down to pet him. "Nice kitty. There's a good kitty.... not going to eat me, nope.." she says, scratching gently behind his ear.

When she feel comfortable enough, she kneels down, still petting him. She really does wander if the big cat's really a human. She tickles under his chin with a smile before asking in a low voice. "Are you really a person?"

[crashiscoming]

There's this thing about Scout, Flauros. When she gets hungry, she'll eat anything, and she doesn't appreciate her territory being encroached upon. Not in the least.

So when you show up, big kitty cat that you are, and prowl around in her dumpster, she's not going to take too kindly.

She appears at the edge of the piles of trash, teeth bared, and she hisses once, a warning sign. She may look tiny, but she's pretty ferocious--just ask the people she's killed.

[very_bad_advice]

For a moment the demon kitty is sort of regretting leaving Cassie's side to go through another dumpster, and that's because right now it looks like he has to deal with a really tiny woman with a Napoleon complex. He hasn't even really been rummaging through the damn thing, and already this woman is hissing at him.

Yes, he's thinking about fighting her, but at the moment he just doesn't feel like it. He growls at her, then walks away.

Then he turns around, lifts up his left paw, and does something close to flipping her off. Well, as close to flipping off as a big cat can do with one of it's paws.

[crashiscoming]

Scout's not really the type to pursue once she's gotten someone to leave her space, so she just hisses again. She doesn't understand the idea behind flipping someone off, and besides, she's already securing her place by clambering down into the dumpster, pushing at bags of rotting food with tiny, blood-stained fists.

Her space is protected. It's all hers once again, and she settles into it, head resting against a trash bag, looking straight up at the sky. She makes noises, listening to it echo off the metal sides of the dumpster. "Home, home home home cold home beeeeee home rooooow."

Possibly she's just saying words.